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"Neist,” O ! cries Halbert, “ cou’d your skill But help us to a waught of ale, I’d be oblig’d t’ ye a’ my life, And offer to the deil my wife, To see if he’ll discreeter mak her, But, O I’m deed he winna tak Her!" Said James, “ Ye offer very fair; The bargain’s hadden, say nae mair.” Then thrice James shook a willow-wand, With kittle words thrice gave command ; That done with looks baith learn'd and grave. Said, “ now ye’ll get what ye wou’d have; Twa bottles of as nappy liquor As ever ream’d in horn or bicquor ; Ahint the ark that hads vour meal, Ye'll find twa standing corket weel.” James said, syne fast the Miller flew, And frae their nest the bottles drew ; Then first the scholar’s health he toasted, Wha’s magic gart him feed on roasted ; His father’s neist,—syne a the rest Of his good friends that wish’d him best, Grately o’er langsome at this time. In a short tale to put in rhyme.